Chapter 117: Pulling Over a Shield

Now that Chen Xian was idle at home without any official duties, he felt light-hearted and free. Because he had previously come into contact with practitioners of the esoteric arts, he had studied and learned a lot about mystical arts and numerology on a daily basis. Although he could not become a mystic himself, his inner interest in the mysterious world of mystical arts and mystics grew stronger and stronger. Now, from his daughter’s words, he learned about the Feng Shui layout matters of the Wantong Logistics Park, and that behind Hongyun Construction Co., Ltd. there was a genuine Feng Shui Master providing layout assistance…

Logically speaking, having the opportunity to invite such a Feng Shui Master, anyone who believed in the mystical arts and numerology would not refuse such a good thing, right?

Yet Su Chunfeng rejected Chen Yufang’s suggestion.

And Chen Xian knew that Su Chunfeng himself was a mysterious practitioner of the esoteric arts. So, how could he resist coming to ask about such an arcane and mysterious event?

Su Chunfeng could understand this perfectly—it was only human nature.

He sighed lightly and said, “Hiring that Master to set up a Feng Shui layout would cost at most a hundred thousand yuan. I don’t care about that. It’s just that you wouldn’t understand. For a Qimen Mystic, practices like geomancy and face-reading, exorcising demons and vanquishing evil, capturing ghosts and suppressing spirits, breaking misfortunes and improving fortunes, divining fates and fortune-telling… these can indeed earn what seems like substantial money, but it’s too little. In the eyes of a true Qimen Mystic, the most profitable method isn’t doing these once-and-done little tasks; they think long-term. To put it simply, a mystic’s thinking isn’t just ‘take money to solve problems,’ but ‘be careful, you might have a disaster; if you have a disaster, you must hire me; even if you don’t have a disaster, I can easily create some troubles for you.’ I think this principle isn’t hard to understand, is it?”

“This…” Chen Xian could not help but be taken aback, a chill running down his spine.

He could, of course, understand the rather simple and clear meaning in Su Chunfeng’s words. But how many people in this world could comprehend this? Not to mention ordinary people being unable to imagine it—even if Qimen Mystics understood what lay behind that thin window paper, they still wouldn’t pierce it.

Yet Su Chunfeng spoke of its hidden mechanism without any taboo.

At that moment, near the construction site close to South Ring Road in the distance, the owner of Hongyun Construction Co., Ltd., Yan Hongqiang, was standing there, pointing at the site and discussing something with Su Cheng.

After the shock, Chen Xian looked over there and said with some emotion, “But no matter what, Fengshui Numerology truly produced staggering results. In such a short time, it helped someone start from scratch and become a local tycoon. Even though there are many drawbacks, how many people could remain unmoved?”

“Yes.” Su Chunfeng nodded in agreement, his mind involuntarily recalling various past events from his previous life.

“Chunfeng,” Chen Xian turned his head and asked with a smile, “According to what you just said, are mystics all greedy for money, thus unwilling to help people with once-and-done matters?”

Su Chunfeng shook his head and said, “It’s not that they won’t do it, but it’s hard to accomplish, and the cost is too great…” Having said this, Su Chunfeng suddenly stopped talking, frowned slightly, and glanced at the distance behind Yan Hongqiang, at the black Santana parked by the side of South Ring Road. Then he turned around and casually pointed to the southeast, saying, “Let’s go take a look over there.”

“Alright.” Chen Xian smiled and walked southeast with Su Chunfeng.

Just now, Su Chunfeng incidentally saw that in the back seat of that black Santana, there seemed to be a person sitting. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of alertness in his heart.

He knew that car belonged to Yan Hongqiang.

Who would come to the construction site in Yan Hongqiang’s car yet sit inside so conspicuously without getting out? What was his purpose in coming here?

Yan Hongqiang had told Chen Yufang the secret about his company’s Feng Shui layout boosting fortunes, thereby tempting Chen Yufang into wanting to hire a Feng Shui Master. This had originally confused Su Chunfeng, and he judged that behind this matter, it must have been Shi Linheng instructing Yan Hongqiang to do it. Its purpose might be to make money, build reputation, etc., which was understandable. Now, Su Chunfeng considered that after he rejected the Feng Shui layout matter, it was highly likely to attract Shi Linheng’s attention… Moreover, that night several months ago on South Ring Road adjacent to the logistics park, in a fit of rage, he had engaged in a Magical Duel and killed that mystic. Shi Linheng must have rushed to the scene to investigate. If he had suspicions and had Yan Hongqiang, a person of complex background and considerable influence, conduct an investigation, things could get a bit complicated.

After a moment’s thought, Su Chunfeng said as he walked, “Grandpa, regarding indirectly rejecting that Feng Shui Master’s coming to set up a Feng Shui layout this time, no matter who mentions it, including if my aunt brings it up again, you must say it was your opinion, and that it was you who taught and instructed me to say those things.”

“Hmm?” Chen Xian was somewhat puzzled.

“I don’t want to have any contact with Qimen Mystics.” Su Chunfeng smiled and said, “Don’t look back at Yan Hongqiang’s car. The person sitting inside is very likely that Feng Shui Master…”

Chen Xian nodded and said, “Do you think he harbors ill intentions?”

“That’s not it.” Su Chunfeng shook his head and said, “But as the saying goes, caution is the parent of safety. There’s no need for us to have too much contact with such people.”

“Shall we drive him away?” Chen Xian said lightly, while putting his hands behind his back. Although his expression was calm, he slightly hunched as he walked leisurely like an old man from the countryside walking through fields. Yet his whole person emitted an intangible but palpable, solid sense of strong authority—the Official Authority cultivated from years of holding great power as an official. Even an expert in esoteric techniques from the Jianghu of Esoteric Arts would not dare to look down on him.

“No need.” Su Chunfeng waved his hand with a smile. He knew that although Chen Xian was now retired and idle at home, no longer holding official power, and because he lost in the political struggle, his might could not match his former days, if he wanted to deal with a Jianghu mystic within the bounds of Pingyang City, it would absolutely be an easy task.

After all, in these times, “promoting feudal superstition”—if not pursued, nothing happens; but if taken seriously, it was enough to have someone arrested, locked up for several days, and fined a sum of money.

The Police Station loved doing this kind of thing the most.

However, Su Chunfeng did not want to use Official Authorities forces to deal with Jianghu matters. Firstly, the rule of the Jianghu of Esoteric Arts was that Jianghu matters were settled within the Jianghu; involving official intervention was strictly forbidden. This rule was a major taboo in the Jianghu of Esoteric Arts, and basically no Jianghu mystic dared to cross the line, otherwise they would incur public wrath. Secondly, there really wasn’t any conflict or entanglement between both sides yet.

Chen Xian said, “Then give him some warning?”

Su Chunfeng thought for a moment, then nodded and smiled, “Nothing wrong with that.”

In current times, the vast majority of officials were extremely averse to such matters. If Chen Xian directly spoke or signaled others to give Yan Hongqiang some warnings and reminders, it would likely intimidate Shi Linheng and Yan Hongqiang.

Because Chen Xian was not a Jianghu mystic of the esoteric arts, he could employ any means regarding this.

Moreover, Chen Xian had the capability.

“Chunfeng, he wouldn’t be specifically targeting you, would he?” Chen Xian suddenly asked softly.

“Not sure.” Su Chunfeng turned his head and smiled at Chen Xian, saying, “Grandpa, if you, out of curiosity, personally go and contact that Great Master… I won’t mind, and I won’t stop you, but you absolutely must not mention that I am a mystic. As for just now when I asked you to help shield me, you should be able to handle it flawlessly, right?”

Chen Xian felt a chill in his heart and said, “Chunfeng, I’m becoming more and more afraid of you.”

“The Jianghu of Esoteric Arts is mysterious and unpredictable; it’s good to be a bit afraid.” Su Chunfeng smiled and said, “It’s best to keep a distance from Jianghu mystics. Even if you want to satisfy your curiosity, don’t delve too deeply. Although you’re retired, you are ultimately someone from the official world. In the past two years, you’ve often read texts to understand metaphysics and historical matters about Qimen Mystics. I imagine you more or less know some of the taboos within.”

“I understand.” Chen Xian nodded with a grave expression.